Admiration. Confession. and a Realization.

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Good morn. How is your day going so far? Let's see, it is Wednesday 9/9/26.

Fist thing I must do is profess my love and total admiration for this man..

He is my Filipino Papa and he is a farmer on the island of Bohol, Philippines. I went to Bohol to visit him and see where he farms. He also has a cow which he takes care of and I got to see her too.

He keeps her up here where she can graze all she wants, but he does feed her pineapple everyday also. btw, can u tell that she is 6 months pregnant?

I don't think I would have survived to make my flight home if not for his caring and help. Even though he is busy on his farm, and already walks about 1000 times what I do. He came to visit me each day and even picked me up from the airport as well as brought me back.

Although older than when we first met many many years ago, He is still spry and strong. He can still climb the coconut tree and he plants all his rice himself.. it takes him 1 week. Wow, I couldn't even imagine trying to do either of those things.

Here he is pointing out the population of the province where he lives..

Confession.

I am arrogant. Not like I think I am the best at anything or super good at anything, but there is something in me that needs to prove to others that I can do something. I wouldn't say it is a chip on my shoulder, but throughout my life it has gotten me into trouble and I need to see it and stop nourishing it.

I believe this trip was definitely one of those times. I didn't have things planned out good at all and I should only have travelled with someone. Again, thank you, thank you, thank you, to my papa and a few others who really helped me through.

I do have to really give props to all the people working at the airlines for helping me also.

Realization.

I realized that I am NOT totally honest in all I say here on hive and do often present things as I think people would want to see them. I do try to entertain anyone I can with my musings and experiences, or to share something cool or that I was thinking about.

I thought of how hive gets me up in the morning and gives me something to do. It is often my online journal and a way to keep track of the day and date. Hive can be many different things to many different people. It's a gathering place online where I am free to be the person I am or want to be.

I realized that hive makes me 'happy' in many ways and I don't need it to give me super highs or real excitement. (althou it may do that at times) I actually operate best somewhere on the middle of the joy and happiness scale. I get into trouble when living at either extreme.

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